A refreshing day

First day of fresh air after weeks of horrible heat, and I start functioning again.

My life was in stand-by mode for a while. Too long, actually.
(Apart from the 5 most fantastic days spent in Rome with Mr J. I’ll tell you again about it)

Recently, I don’t know exactly how and why, I got so tired. So, today I was tempted to spend my Saturday in bed. But Juno kept meowing, asking me to be let out to one of her great local adventures, and I had to get up.
Thanks Juno and the clouds, I found the motivation to start functioning again. I might even go out for an ice cream later on.

What does “functioning” mean to me?

It means dedicating my time to some activities outside the daily normal to-do list: go to work, shopping, clean the house, clean the cats’ litter… Doing something for me. Writing, in this case.

But what kept me away from this in the last few weeks/months?

First of all, looking for a house to buy, and then starting with all the documents needed to go on with the purchase. Me, buying a house on my own, abroad, dealing for the first time in my life with auctioneers, engineers and solicitors. Me?!

Well, yes, I found out that my brain is capable of deciphering bureaucracy and extricating in this and that appointment and office.

The point is that just one of these meetings or documents to provide, stays in my mind for days and days, threatening my mental and physical balance.

Especially when, all of a sudden, an issue that none of those characters was able to foresee, comes up. Then you try to imagine the face of the couple who is selling you their property, who you have never met, who still has the key to what you have been dreaming of for months.

The icing on the cake is the solicitor, telling you: “If this doesn’t end well, it means it wasn’t the right house for you, and we’ll find another one”. NO! Good woman. Clearly, she has no clue of the disastrous house market for normal people in Ireland.

As if this was not enough, summer arrived.

I was sure that Ireland wasn’t able to have a proper summer. No oppressive heat, no swimming suit anxiety, but most of all: no low blood pressure symptoms.

About 3 weeks ago, summer struck Ireland, with peaks of 30 degrees. Some of those days, they had to close the office where I work, because the air con is not ready for this! In my apartment we had to sleep with the balcony window opened, there is a water emergency on the island, and the normally beautiful green fields are of a sad yellow.

A pain, especially of the few people like me who suffer from hypotension.
(I say few, because it felt like I was the only one always complaining)

I would come back from work and just lay down in bed for the rest of the day, dizzy all the time.

If the climate change goes on at this pace, in a few years I might have to move to Iceland.